Recently Larry and I had dinner with a group of friends to celebrate the holiday season and one last chance to get together before the New Year arrives. After enjoying a casual meal downtown Bellingham at Bob’s Burgers and Brew we returned to the home of one of the couples to enjoy homemade desserts, a gift exchange, and play a few games which concluded with charades.
We laughed till it hurt, the women accused the men of cheating because they got all the easy charades to act out, and of course the men won. At the end of the evening I secretly gathered up all the slips of paper and took them home to see if I could somehow work them into a Christmas poem. I managed to use all but two: You just received a puppy for Christmas and Elf making a toy. So this poem is called “A Twisted Christmas Carol”.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Remembering
Seeing Santa as a child for the first time
Picking and cutting a tree
A
Christmas tree
Tying the tree to a car roof
With
Tinsel
Bows
Christmas lights
And
Garland
Making a Christmas list for Santa
with
Jingle bells
On my shoes
Poinsettias
On the porch
Mistletoe
Hanging over the door
Wreaths
Hanging on the door
And
Presents
Lots of presents
Playing winter games
Snowball fights
Riding a ski lift
Cross country skiing
Or a
Plane ride
Building a fire in the fireplace
Planning on
Leaving milk and cookies for Santa
And
Sneaking in and checking your presents before Christmas
I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus
And
Sampling the cooking sherry
and
Making a pie
Stuffing
The bird
And cooking the
Cranberry sauce
Daddy getting slacks too tight
Made it hard to itch because
Santa has Rudolf’s fleas in his pants
As he was
Climbing down a ladder
In a
Snow
Hailstorm
When
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Was it
Donner
or
Dancer
Following behind
Rudolf
Pulling a sleigh
Holding the real
Santa Claus
And an
Elf
Dressed as
Scrooge
Noel
To all
And to all a goodnight
And if I am really good
I’ll be
Getting a toy electric train for Christmas
And you’ll be
Getting your first bike with training wheels
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